Haunted Places Live

Time seemed to be frozen in the tower, and Chu Yang gradually forgot where he was, as if he had been sucked into the old musty-smelling parchment in front of him.

The Old Ones were right, this is not a play, but a long epic.Written in ancient hieroglyphics, very similar to the Presbyterian ciphertext.At first Chu Yang read very slowly, because he was not proficient in the ciphertext of the Presbyterian Council after all.But gradually, those words seemed to be able to drill into his mind. His eyes clearly looked at the broken handwriting, but at the same time he could see scenes of vivid and ancient pictures.

Like an eternal sky filled with endless wind and sand, two twin suns, one big and one small, hang in the sky.The lake, as wide as the Mediterranean sea, rolled with dark green waves, as if it could swallow the end of the sky.And beside the lake, the great city of Carcosa stands arrogantly, and countless roads connect here from all corners of the world. Merchants, mercenaries, and farmers all live here. The nobles wear luxurious clothes and carry heavy Gem jewelry, sitting in the sedan chair carried by the slaves, shuttled through the busy and crowded roads.

Excessive affluence and the disparity between the rich and the poor gradually spread beneath the palatial surface, like maggots and viruses covered in gorgeous fur.Those nobles and their queens who have been soaked in wine, spices, pearls and gold all day long do not know that a belief is gradually spreading in the most filthy and poorest areas of the city.A mysterious masked bard tells them that the end is near and destruction is coming.The king he was waiting for had no gold jewels, but a tattered yellow robe.No amount of wealth or splendor can buy him off, what he seeks is eternal madness and chaos.

Chu Yang saw that the nobles gradually began to hear those long poems about the king in yellow, and gradually began to feel uneasy and fearful.That kind of fear made the delicious food and wine in front of them suddenly turn into rotten and smelly things, making them vomit and confused.Finally, the royal family realized the threat of this belief to the royal power, and began to hunt down all the believers of the king in yellow throughout the city.The whole process is strikingly similar to the process of the arrest of Jesus Christ.Chu Yang saw how those soldiers cruelly pierced those believers on the wooden stake like grasshoppers. The wooden stake penetrated from the buttocks and then pierced through the mouth. The intestines and internal organs would be pushed out from the torn mandible.The followers around the bard were overwhelmed by fear, and he betrayed the bard in order to save his life.

The bard was brought before the queen and told her that the end had come.The queen ordered someone to take off the mask on his face, only to find that the mask was his face.

The poet was executed, and he was cut to pieces in front of all the people.But during the execution, the executioner's hands began to tremble the first time the knife was cut.

It seemed that what he had cut was not meat but a piece of wax.What gushes out from under the wax is not blood, but a thick yellow-white substance like pus from a wound.Yet he dared not stop, and the queen ordered him to continue the execution.He cut it down one by one, but the man didn't make any cry of pain from the beginning to the end.As more and more meat was scattered on the ground like snowflakes, the crowd gradually became commotion.

Crazy thoughts and distorted images also began to appear in the minds of the executioners.His hands trembled more and more, and finally he missed and cut off the main artery in the opponent's neck.

The milky yellowish pus spewed out like a spring and spread on the execution platform.Wherever it passes, everything decays in an instant.

The first to bear the brunt was the executioner.White pus splattered on his skin, and his skin immediately became inflamed, red and swollen, and then began to become necrotic and black, peeling off in pieces.He covered his face and screamed on the stage, and the crowd who watched the scene screamed and fled in all directions.

Yet this is only the beginning.

The rotten white pus began to spread like a plague, and nothing could stop it.Anyone who is infected with it will start to rot and decay. It is a plague more terrifying than the Black Death.In order to avoid the plague, the nobles hid in their castles and mansions, locked the gates, and let the poor wait outside to die.It's like the masquerade ball of the Red Death described by Edgar Allan Poe.The sense of coercion that the doomsday is approaching hangs above everyone's head, but the lives of the nobles are becoming more and more luxurious and eroding.

Until three days later.Instead of ushering in the resurrection of "Christ", they ushered in a dark cloud in the sky.Those dark clouds are tens of thousands of Bayaki, they are the forerunner of the king in yellow and the prelude to the symphony of destruction.

After that, there was a burst of magnificent heavenly music.The music was played not by any instrument, but by a fetid wind, a madness that would shatter all sanity, emotion, and memory.It was a hymn in the court of the king in yellow. In front of this song, all living beings must surrender to the ragged but vast king who looms in the sky.

If it weren't for the protection of the ancient crystal, even Chu Yang might not be able to bear that kind of music.From the slight sting at the beginning to the severe pain now, his face seemed to be corroded and burned by sulfuric acid.But he couldn't stop, the hieroglyphs kept rushing into his eyes and twisting into his mind.When he finally couldn't help it, he took off the mask, covered his painful face with his hands to resist the urge to scream, and suddenly he began to fall.

Just like the sudden fall in the corridor of Sangyu International School.

He wasn't sure if his consciousness was falling, or his body.He looked up, but saw the huge king overlooking him.His tattered yellow clothes fluttered in the wind, and a white mask looked carefully, but it was a mass of white pus that kept flowing.

He suddenly understood everything described in the yellow manuscript.

That was before all these countless parallel realities were formed, in the only chaotic universe in the beginning, when all the gods were still free to stir the stardust in the universe.His king is the origin of all arts, including music.Art is born of madness, but after its creator is imprisoned, it gradually degenerates and becomes a pastime.

Just as Cthugha is the origin of all learning and technology, Cthulhu is the origin of life and evolution...

These origins had only one purpose in the beginning, to pull everything that had been alienated into individuals back to the ultimate main god—the ignorant and chaotic Azathoth.But after being defeated by Xu Shen, he was distorted a little bit, and turned into a completely different appearance a little bit.

The trapped gods never gave up their resistance, but because they were guarded by the jailer sent by the prologue, "Osar", they were unable to make any effective counterattacks.Even the arrangements made by Yuge Sotos were frequently neutralized by Yad Sadag.The king who lost all his glory couldn't bear the doomed defeat any longer, he wanted to mess up the whole chess game.

The Necronomicon is the stone that can shake up the entire chess game.And this Chu Yang, he is just the luckiest one, the lucky abandoned son who was almost eaten but survived because of this "earthquake".

Suddenly, a barrier in the mind begins to crumble.Then Chu Yang saw that the stars-like dense names and spells gathered in the darkness to form a dazzling Milky Way star cluster, constantly revolving around him.

The Necronomicon finally appeared.

But for some reason, there was still a thin layer of veil in front of his eyes.Although some larger "stars" can be seen, the smaller ones are difficult to distinguish.

Suddenly, he gasped and was pulled back to reality by something.He is still sitting in front of the stone table. The great dynasty and civilization have long been lost, and only the broken parchment in front of him remains.

He heard approaching footsteps.

He hurriedly grabbed the mask and put it on his face, he didn't know what his right face looked like now, he was afraid it wouldn't look good.It's revealed once it's seen.

The mind can still function normally, and I haven't seen any strange hallucinations. So far, the crystal of the ancients really works.

The footsteps were human, not those of the ancients wriggling along.Chu Yang turned around, but saw that it was Pu Yujun.This boy seems to be equivalent to Chu Yang's attendant, but since Chu Yang doesn't like people always following him, he will only volunteer himself on special occasions.

"Is there something wrong?" Chu Yang calmed down all the thoughts turbulent in his head, and tried to speak in a calm voice.

Pu Yujun looked at his legs with some concern, "The prophet asked me to report your situation, but I couldn't find you, and after I found out you were here, I found you."

"I'm fine." Chu Yang turned around after speaking, put the parchment back into the box and covered it.When he turned around, he saw Pu Yujun still standing there.

Chu Yang didn't speak.But there was an air of impatience coming from the dark glasses of the mask.

Park Yujun said cautiously, "You are injured, you should take a good rest. I heard from the old man that you have been here for a day and a night."

Chu Yang was stunned. He felt that he had only watched it for an hour.

So he grabbed his cane and stood up.Pu Yujun hurriedly came up to help, but there was genuine concern in his eyes.

Chu Yang remembered that he had seen this boy many times.He only joined the Devourer a few years ago. He was originally a member of the presbyterian church in the destroyed No. 46 reality, and his home is in Jeju Island.However, when he joined the Devourer, he had been wandering in different realities for some time, and reality 46 was not destroyed by the Devourer.As for who is the culprit, I have never heard him mention it.

This is the only fourth-level devourer Chu Yang has seen so far who is not particularly afraid of him.

Coming out of the tower, the sky was still gloomy and gloomy.This destroyed planet is covered in thick dust, and even the air smells of sulfur.

"Priest Chu, I don't know if you know. I heard that Reality 35 sent people to the nearby Reality 38. Priest Yan thinks that they are looking for reinforcements."

"Reinforcement?" Chu Yang suddenly remembered the "disrupted chess game" he saw in his mind.

Maybe that's what he needs.If many, many real-world observers start mixing with each other, it may be harder for Yad Sadag to see what they are doing.

"Who did they send?" Chu Yang asked.

"It's a fourth-level member of the Holy Flame Department and a fourth-level member of the Presbyterian Church. One is called Xiao Yiquan, and the other seems to be called Xu Bai."

Chu Yang paused slightly.Park Yujun asked curiously, "Do you know these two people?"

"We met a long, long time ago." Chu Yang lied, "But it's not them in this reality."

The author has something to say: The King in Yellow epic references The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers, Bible stories and Edgar Allan Poe's The Masquerade of the Red Death